Entries in fall
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We've barely been home at all in the past week, and I'm obviously having trouble keeping up here. Three journal entries a week, but do I have time to post them here? I should. I've started posting them along with my own blog entries in the journal, but for those who visit only this page, here is some of what we've been up to.

He's right. There is a lot that I haven't heard, haven't thought of, haven't paid attention to in many, many years, if ever I did, and now it all seems so obvious and invigorating, as brought to my attention by a three year old. Out here in the clearing, the woods devoid of their summer color and life, I can clearly hear the sound of leaves falling, hitting branches on the way down and coming to rest against the forest floor with an undignified fump.

We spent an hour or so late this morning hiking around the woods and clearing near our house. This is a favorite pastime of ours, and every different season brings its own joys there. Today we spent most of that time talking about fall—a conversation that led to talking about the five senses. By the time we got home we had a list of the many ways in which we can sense the season of fall using all five senses. We also had a bag filled with the many things we couldn't bring ourselves to leave behind, so we made a mural. Paste is a beautiful thing, though not nearly as beautiful as the mental processes of a three year old esuriently consuming the world around him.